With improved mental well-being, Ms. Wu no longer cried easily. Gu Qingli was relieved that her oversensitive nature seemed to have been somewhat mended.
Gu Qingli was very comforted. Her family had overcome misfortune and found happiness, and she was genuinely happy for them.
The noon meal was very rich and consisted of all Gu Qingli's favorite dishes: stir-fried bamboo shoots with cured meat, steamed radish with cured rabbit, and stewed cabbage with cured pork.
Gu Qingli loved Ms. Wu's cooking, as it was fragrant and suited her taste. She even ate a bit too much.
After finishing her meal, Gu Qingli walked around the courtyard to aid digestion. "Haha, Elder Sister, look at you!" Dashuang teased, laughing.
"Don't laugh at me; you should see your own belly," Gu Qingli replied, playfully patting Dashuang's round belly.
"I can't help it, Mom's cooking is too delicious! I can't control myself," Dashuang said, spreading his hands with a comically serious, helpless expression.
